The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...W.P. Hazard, 1853 - 416 |
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... plan , Ye are but vassal servitors , that minister to man ! ' Tis true in fierce rebellion , there are moments when ye rise , And crush the weak defences , he hath labored to devise : • THE HARMONY OF NATURE . Yet past your burst 16.
... plan , Ye are but vassal servitors , that minister to man ! ' Tis true in fierce rebellion , there are moments when ye rise , And crush the weak defences , he hath labored to devise : • THE HARMONY OF NATURE . Yet past your burst 16.
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... weak self , alas ! Makes him to see them , while they pass , As through a dim or tinted glass . But if in earnest care you would Mete out to each its part of good , Trust rather to your after - mood . Those surely are not fairly spent ...
... weak self , alas ! Makes him to see them , while they pass , As through a dim or tinted glass . But if in earnest care you would Mete out to each its part of good , Trust rather to your after - mood . Those surely are not fairly spent ...
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... weak and insignificant as they may seem , become , in such a quarrel , too strong for us and our theory the puny fragment , in the grasp of truth , forms as irresistible a weapon as the dry bone did in that of Sampson of old and our ...
... weak and insignificant as they may seem , become , in such a quarrel , too strong for us and our theory the puny fragment , in the grasp of truth , forms as irresistible a weapon as the dry bone did in that of Sampson of old and our ...
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... weakness of my soul upholding The strength of thine . I never knew , like thee , the dear departed ; I stood not by When in calm trust , the pure and tranquil hearted Lay down to die . To JOSEPH STURGE ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER .
... weakness of my soul upholding The strength of thine . I never knew , like thee , the dear departed ; I stood not by When in calm trust , the pure and tranquil hearted Lay down to die . To JOSEPH STURGE ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER .
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... weak condoling , Must vainly fall ; The funeral bell which in thy heart is tolling Sounds over all ! I will not mock thee with the poor world's common And heartless phrase , Nor wrong the memory of a sainted woman With idle praise ...
... weak condoling , Must vainly fall ; The funeral bell which in thy heart is tolling Sounds over all ! I will not mock thee with the poor world's common And heartless phrase , Nor wrong the memory of a sainted woman With idle praise ...
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Strona 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Strona 157 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Strona 158 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Strona 196 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Strona 172 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Strona 372 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Strona 277 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Strona 197 - The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom — Take the wings Of morning — and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings...
Strona 198 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Strona 158 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this